America

America reminds me of a lot of things
A lot of things it shouldn’t
Pain, sadness, money, power, women, gonads, prison, blood, knives, sex, pornography, leather, homosexuals, the Virgin Mary
But then again, it reminds of the good times
Those good times I can look back on, yes
And times to hope
You see, to me it’s the good and the bad
You can’t just have one without the other
Just like you can’t have just ying or just yang
To get the happiness you need the sadness
I know it’s hard realize that America isn’t defined

Please listen to me, I’m being sincere
Don’t cast me aside because I’m radical
I’m not really radical, I’m just realistic, can’t you see
Look at your past lives and think about the new ones
Where was the sadness and where was the happiness
But see, they were both always there
It’s there when you think about it
But again that’s just it
You have to think about it
It’s not some plane on autopilot
Look in the mirror, America
Tell me what you see
And don’t say drugs, money, power, corruption
I know your lies
I love this country just as much as the next
Just like Osama and Hussein
Don’t come groping out in the darkness
For once see it for what it is
Take down the man behind the curtain
I need my New York Times
Straighten up your tie, wait
There’s a smudge on your shoe, Sam
I’m not lying; I really do love this country
I joined the army to kill gooks just like you said
I watch my back for turbans just like you said
America I love the direction you lead me in
I can always turn on the news

Why didn’t you ever show me love?
All I remember is the lady and the tramp
It’s not that, you lied to me
Why would you lie to me, lead me in the wrong direction
I thought you knew what was best for me, America
Why must I find this on my own?
Do you really know what love is?
Am I alone?
My psychiatrist says I shouldn’t be alone
My subscription of Ritalin isn’t in
America please take my hand

For Allen